Armaan was silent for nearly a minute as he watched Freddie talk about death like it was nothing. And the threat of the Sins like it was a minor annoyance. Maybe it was to Freddie, but Armaan-
His fists clenched and unclenched as he tried to work out just what he wanted to say here, but his blood was fucking boiling. He was far angrier than he had been just a few minutes ago, but instead of loud and angry, now he was quiet and angry, his voice cold and hard. Armaan was not a cold, hard person, and it was very obvious he was livid.
“You try not to make it a habit,” Armaan said, his head bobbing like a pigeon. “Which is all well and good for you, Patience. You’re a fucking immortal. What if these Sins - who clearly have a personal vendetta against you, found out about me? Look me in my fucking eyes right now, and tell me they wouldn’t hurt me to hurt you. You tell me you haven’t been risking my life for months without me even fucking knowing, because it was easier for you. Hmm? Tell me that.”